D/C: Song by Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, & Tre Cool. i.e. Green Day. From the album: American Idiot
D/C 2: JKR owns HP people.
Ok, as for Warnings, there is swearing in the song, child abuse in the story and self-mutilation. Don't like it, don't read it.
The song is itallic, like so.
I hope you like this. Please, enjoy.
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I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I'm the son of rage and love,
My name is Draco Malfoy. My father is Lucius and my mother Narcissa.
The Jesus of Suburbia.
I live in a mansion a top a hill. All of our neighbors are rich, but we are by far the richest.
From the bible of none of the above.
That was my category. It's how people see me. Rich, stubborn, stuck-up. But that's a lie. You haven't seen the inside of me. You haven't seen in the walls of the Manor.
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin.
I've grown up following my father's footsteps. I was meant to be evil. I've had no choice. No childhood. Only preparation for the Dark Lord. Well, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." I say, all pain and no fun makes Draco an empty shell.
No one ever died for my
Sins in Hell,
If you knew what he does to me, you'd do what I do. Lucius hurts me, intentionally. Every day. To counter this, I bleed freely, cutting into my flesh and losing my magic as it bleeds out. It doesn't hurt anyone, maybe something will happen and he'll hurt for once.
As far as I can tell,
At least the ones I got away with.
He hasn't found out yet. If he ever did, that would be the end of me. Maybe I should just die? Would it help? There'd be no one left for Lucius to take his anger out on. Maybe I should just give up one of these times, let the darkness take over.
But there's nothing wrong with me.
You'd do it too, if you were me.
This is how I'm supposed to be.
What else is there to do?
In a land of make believe,
There is no perfect life. That's nonsense. Look what we have, power-hunger people and pushovers.
That don't believe in me.
And I think I qualify as the latter.
Get my television fix.
I have nothing to do in the Summers, I'm not allowed to play with the other children. I have to stay inside, read, entertain myself.
Sitting on my crucifix.
I can never tell him what I believe, he'd kill me first. To him, the only way is the Dark Lord's way.
The living room of my private womb,
So I'm stuck here, in my mind. The only place where I can be free and say what I want.
While the Moms and Brads are away.
What else can I do?
To fall in love and fall in debt,
Should I do anything my heart says, I'd be disowned. There'd be nothing left of me.
To alcohol and cigarettes.
So I do what I can. Break into the stash that Lucius hides. Trash the inside of my body so it matches the outside.
And Mary Jane,
Not perfect as it appears. Not even close.
To keep me insane.
Torn between death or evil. It's pure insanity.
Doing someone else's cocaine.
So I do what I can, slowly dying.
And there's nothing wrong with me.
You would too. You know it. Don't even look at me that way.
This is how I'm supposed to be.
In a land of make believe,
Maybe this is what they want. They don't want me here? I doubt it.
That don't believe in me.
They don't even notice, much less care.
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Hey! I hope you guys liked! Thats the basic style of this whole fic. Each chapter is a part of the song, as I said. Please review! But don't flame, you read it!
